Not a creature was stirring, at least to my knowledge.
But then my walk was stopped with a wrench...
To my wondering eyes, a hawk flew down to a bench!
He stood there watching, his movements so slight...
He saw more things stirring than I did that night.
Suddenly a small bird flew out from a bush,
And the hawk followed after it in a big rush.
It caught the small bird, and the bird got away,
But it got caught again, so it wasn't its day.
The hawk flew to a branch, clutching its meal,
Long enough I hoped for the photo I'd steal.
But he turned up his nose and he flew out of sight.
No, not saying "Merry Christmas to all!" He's just a hawk, all right?
